Luyện nghe bài hát Nappy Heads (Remix) *

Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a on Friday?
And if you're busy, I mind takin'
Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Round up de posse, comin' around the way

Yo, hey, nappy
Yo,
Whatchu got
Hah, I got some of that

Well, I'm a y'all
Well, I'm a y'all

You wanna battle swing I bring men like I was king
In all dreams I write the horror flick of Stephen King
Cling to false those papers say ock
I got of the fat lady so I sing to my own opera

Balang, balang, balang to de man de 'cuz I love thee
If you by the sword you will be die by the gun
'Cuz all guys tell lies and more commits it
I was to Code Red, but now I'm chillin' with 'A Few Good Men'

Assassination on the kid from the
I never play the soap opera but now I'm a Hospital
critical, spirit over who's the physical
So if I die, me at the funeral

I'll fly away, ohh, with a mic in my hand
To a land only God knows me
And the write raps on holy paper
I said, I'm lookin' for Jesus, he said the escalator
One flight up, is you'll be there
My sister'd be there, my mother'd be

So, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on
And if you're busy, I mind taking
Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Round up de posse, comin' around de way

I don't puff so I got my breath
Never had to battle with a bullet proof
They call me weasel but I, still cave a chest
I don't wear curls 'cuz I'm nah from the West

No disrespect to the West, indeed
I rock it to the East, the East is the
To see that days back, yo sheepskins and Hot Tracks
Peace to Mr. Magic, things are tragic

Now we on some new stuff, I feared the Ku Kluk
My own clan is actin' up, I it on the Phillie blunt
Whatcha gonna do, are actin' ooohhh
Hill is gettin' fed up, yo the coporate at?

A Mister Three Suit
Check the square roots, Girbauds and boots
Nah, that's the serpents and know garment tips
I got a head full of problems and a hand full of roots
I a Jones' comin' down, yo I

I got the slang to make the chitty, bang,
A, rid, dang, de, dang, the head bang
No I, got hte to make the chitty, bang, bang
A, rid, dang, de, dang, the nappy heads

Yo, Lisa, could I get a date on Friday
And if you're busy, I mind taking
Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
up de posse, Fugee comin' round de way
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Nappy in the zone and we're not goin' home

Hey, yo a is a battle but a battle's not a battle
if it's snake rattle
'Cuz my style's as old as a
As as a new Nile, as new as a new child

So come follow me to the land of
This your land, this land's my land
The blacker the man, the better the next man
Yo, some heads need to check they necks for red

I, feel injection, put the to your feel reality's
You to put a negro in pain you used to diss me
"Oh you wanna with old Eddie Kane?"
Ain't wrong, snap your head to the song

Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll you sing like Louis Armstrong
And I say to myself, what a wonderful
But what the hell was so wonderful 'bout cotton in the
Mr. Man

The harder they come, the they fall, so come one come all
Don't stall or I'ma stick you a voodoo doll
Doors locked stop for the count who drops
You slept on a kid from the

Out of land of the ill kill
Bellsburg so you know I'm top rankin' Phil
Some say who comin' like the yuma but save the
'Cuz I've rockin' ever since eighty two
When I used to my Pumas

Yes, yes, y'all, well I'm a y'all
Yes, yes, yes, well I'm a y'all
Yes, yes, y'all, well I'm a y'all
Oh, co'mon, well I'm a y'all

Yo Mona Lisa, I get a date on Friday
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind
Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Round up de posse Fugee comin' de way
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
heads in the zone and we're not goin' home!

Mona Lisa, could I get a on Friday
And if you're busy, I mind taking
Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Round up de posse comin' around de way
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Nappy in the zone and we're not goin' home

I wear my sunglasses at
To spy on my girlfriend, right
They dancin', romancin', freakin' at
Yes, yes, yes, a yes, yes,

I my sunglasses at night
To spy on my girlfriend, that's
They dancin', romancin', freakin' at
Say, Mona Lisa could I get a date on